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letra de fans - zay doe

[chorus]
i got what you need
b-tches feed off my energy
i got the flow, i got the bars, i got the melody
you say you sick of me then i got the remedy
b-tch i’m repping
pop life pop life
till the d-mn death of me
keep a
45 45 45
it’s gon cause an injury
n-gg-s ain’t got
no life no life
so they try to get at me
keep on dripping sauce on b-tches
might be sour, it ain’t sweet
ion lose my temper
if i do then imma black on beats

[verse 1: zay doe]
wide open field is where i blackout like a castaway
that boy was hating yesterday but he ain’t see today
and n-gg-s barking like a dog bout how they getting play
but zay doe truly fornicate while other n-gg-s m-st-rb-t-
my n-gg- tracy at the crib say he got b-tches naked
around the place and tipping low like its the town of h &
she scared of henny but it seem that she can’t even chase it
we getting waisted like some liquid falling out containers
boy you not aware of the way that i repair
i’m new tires for the game & you a quick spare
my vision green everywhere
celtics play where?
and i’ll get paul pierced like he went to claire’s
my n-gg- my n-gg-
we flipping this money like issa gymnast
just got a few racks in from a few backends
we in the lab like a chemist
just left outta dallas to pick up the package so all my n-gg-s gon split it
i got a few shooters that’s holding the ruger &
they aiming right at ya kidney

[chorus]
watch me count these bands while i do it for the fans aye. (aye)
watch me count these bands while i do it for my fam aye. (aye)
watch me count these bands while i do it for the fans aye. (aye)
watch me count these bands dead n-gg-s in my hands aye. (aye)

watch me count these bands while i do it for the fans aye. (aye)
watch me count these bands while i do it for my fam aye
watch me count these bands while i do it for the fans aye. (aye)
watch me count these bands dead n-gg-s in my hands aye. (aye)

i got what you need
b-tches feed off my energy
i got the flow, i got the bars, i got the melody
you say you sick of me then i got the remedy
b-tch i’m repping
pop life pop life
till the d-mn death of me
keep a
45 45 45
it’s gon cause an injury
n-gg-s ain’t got
no life no life
so they try to get at me
keep on dripping sauce on b-tches
might be sour, it ain’t sweet
ion lose my temper
if i do then imma black on beats

[verse 2: lil brownie]
[?]

watch me count these bands while i do it for the fans aye. (aye)
watch me count these bands while i do it for my fam aye. (aye)
watch me count these bands while i do it for the fans aye. (aye)
watch me count these bands dead n-gg-s in my hands aye. (aye)

watch me count these bands while i do it for the fans aye. (aye)
watch me count these bands while i do it for my fam aye
watch me count these bands while i do it for the fans aye. (aye)

- zay doe

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